Tuesday, September 18, 2007

How I met Pete -- a short story

Another one in response to last Friday's post:

Once upon a time, there was a college freshman named Jennifer. In January of that year, she went through a painful and horrifying experience that makes childbirth look fun by comparison -- sorority rush. At least with childbirth, no one is judging you by the labels on your hospital gown.

Sorority rush sucks bad enough in its own right, but the harpies at the Inter-Sorority Council intensify the suckiness with lots of RULES. Lots and lots and lots of them. Such as, even though it might be 15 degrees outside and the young rushees are wearing flimsy dresses and high heels, the sorority sisters are not allowed to let them into the house until the very minute that the rush event starts. Consequently there are a lot of ass-cold women wandering around that part of the university, wishing they were warm.

The fraternity brothers, in the very innocent goodness of their hearts, are always kind enough to let the cold young women into their fraternity houses to warm up. The fact that these 18 and 19 year women have large name tags on their perky chests probably had nothing to do with this kindness.

So, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, a sorority rushee named Jennifer left one sorority house with her friends and, having time to kill before going into the next sorority house, decided they'd warm themselves in a nearby fraternity house. A kind knight in shining armor opened the door and greeted the women. As they stood inside, thawing out, other brothers, scenting prey, joined, including one we will call Pete.

Pete and Jennifer chatted a little, but no sparks flew that afternoon. Oddly enough, the two of them kept bumping into each other around the university for the next few weeks. Finally, Pete asked Jennifer out and they had dinner the night after Jennifer foolishly pledged a sorority.

The dinner was fine and both parties involved had a nice evening. Pete was a gentleman and didn't try anything untoward. He walked Jennifer back to her dorm and said good night on the front steps. Each person walked away thinking, "What a nice evening." Neither one had any idea that a life-long relationship had just been born.

The dating continued the next week and, within weeks, the two were inseparable. There were a few minor bumps along the way, but things generally went quite well. They were married three years later.

And they lived happily ever after.

The end.


MizMell said...

Sounds like a fairy tale. And definitely one you might want to share with your girls so they will know how to spot a keeper.

nina said...

As Jen's former roommate from her first year in college, I would like to state for the record that the statement, "the two were inseparable." is the understatement of the year!! These two were joined at the hip and very happily so. Lucky for Jen, I'll keep any other memories to myself. ;)

Josie said...

Ahh, that's so sweet. And missing quite a bit of the juicy stuff I'm thinking from nina's comment :)